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Red Flags •••••••••••••• mary hannah snider

"soul sanctuary" photo by OneLittleFishie
“soul sanctuary” photo by OneLittleFishie


You lack foundation.


the absence of substance allows for a hull, dark and soiled

With dripping salt,

up from which oozes the paranoia of such squalid thoughts.


Deep to the core of you,

The ancient-mortared and sickly

slick of you,


It is grey.

Uninhabited by squarely laid designs,

instead, the heaps of ladders mounted,

compromised, abandoned for any upcoming divinity.


A well so long ago forged is hard to cap.

It’s gravity a danger to any passerby only knowing

once it is far too late,

by the markings,

the crimson clawings

On your vacant walls.


©MaryHannahSnider 2016


Tentacle 7 ~~~~~~~~~~ Mermaid ~ Magdalene ~ Surfs ~ Again

"mermaid magdalene" digital collage by OneLittleFishie
“mermaid magdalene” digital collage by OneLittleFishie


The buoy of empty promise only holds air for so long

(I sink like a stone to a watery grave)

Nuclear fission of word and meaning

(My own fault, as per usual)

No accounting for the warp of water

(the nitrogen narcosis)

where everything seems to be a delight.


Choked and strangled

from the inside out

by the very element

we’d chosen.


I slithered over the desert

taking millions of years

(remember time? I didn’t think so.)

just to dive in

with you


and die.


©OneLittleFishie 2016




Tentacle 6 ~ Underwater sound distortion (drowning in semantics) these words mean ~nothing~

"your rib is an octopus" by Huebucket
“your rib is an octopus” by Huebucket

Crimson soaked and dripping wings of joy

I remember you. In her belly with the particles of dust.

The womb of creation where we watched time unfold.

Where we were one. An ancient race created with that lost magic. Ripped apart in such violence that the sorrow stained my soul through the millennium.

I never remembered to what I owed this affliction. A melancholy through the times of grief and joy.

When I gazed upon your smile and reached through your eyes I saw the mirror and recognized myself. My eternal partner, my other half.

I relived the torment of what happened so many eons ago. The pain would be unbearable if not for the exaltation of this reunion!

And in this moment I felt healed. As though time began again. The wrongs forged into an eternal truth. A natural force of gravity drawing upon itself.

Endless, without boundaries:

Unconditional love.


©Capt.Nemo, 2015

tentacle 5 ~~~~~~~~~~ (t)pentacle

by Carrie Ann Baade, used without permission
by Carrie Ann Baade, used without permission


Survival is seductive.


My continued existence, nothing short of





(I’m indestructible.

I’ve got



Scars on scars. Faulty armor.

(Battle stories are so pedestrian.)


Enjoy the spoils of my war

while you champion another’s cause;


I’ve made it this far as an army of one.


(Challenge accepted;

cue strategic thinking).


After all, it’s simply a matter


figuring out

how to win your heart









subtleties of sovereignty • frost moon in gemini •

image by Jessica Singh, used without permission
image by Jessica Singh, used without permission

November’s Full Moon (the Frost Moon), in the constellation of Gemini, illuminates seemingly minuscule details, to highlight just how different things can be at depth though they appear very similar on the surface.

Consider the archetype of Twins:  although born to the same circumstance, identical is hyperbole when dealing with human personalities, psyches, and experiences.

Allow this Moon’s energy to lead you to the final New Moon of the year (11 December). Explore the truth of where you are, the notions of where you want to go, and look for the fulcrum in between. Focus attention at the New Moon toward inciting and accepting incremental change; you may find that the slightest nuance is the hair’s breadth that tips the scale between Intention and Manifestation.


the kraken: an epic saga interlude~~~~~~~~~~~ (oxygen overload)

image found online, artist unknown, used without permission
image found online, artist unknown, used without permission


when I don’t breathe


the cosmos we’ve created

surges eternal

through my retinal vein


(molecular galaxies

of atomic import).


with the first gasp back

in this reality’s artifice,

I’m captivated by you

and I rejoice…



(stay still)


(don’t say it)


there is too much


in this mirror world.


how dare you





acquit me of




poetic proximity

"exit (good luck)" photo by OneLittleFishie
“exit (good luck)” photo by OneLittleFishie


leaning against the wall of the recording studio

life of a rockstar, or…. junky?


for now, all hail my ride or die

as we drive toward the east

into the sun’s blazing eye.

laughing, and praying

as time stands still;

the waning night unforgettable

as a birth, or a kill.

things have deeper meaning,

with love imbued

(alchemy of the mundane

into universal truth).

we build our own gardens

(Eden, et al);

walking manicured paths

that lead to free fall.

i would change nothing,

even if i could.

‘cos we’ve opened the door to possibility

and closed the one marked, “should”.

©2015 OneLittleFishie

new moon supermoon eclipse equinox

"moth moon spring" - digital collage by OneLittleFishie
“moth moon spring” – digital collage by OneLittleFishie


the winter fades away on this spring

equinox with a new moon (which is another

supermoon) causing a solar eclipse, visible

in most of Europe and Northern Africa.


its effect will be felt worldwide, however,

for those who choose to experience the energy

of these events as a whole greater than the

sum of its parts.


setting intentions on the new moon is

traditional practice; the solar eclipse

lends the opportunity for a true ‘clean slate’.

release anything that doesn’t illuminate

a path to peace, freedom, and love.


as the light of the sun re-emerges, your

intentions are imbued with the strength

of our solar system’s life-giving star.


give gratitude for both the darkness and

the light; night and day; before and after;

and, most importantly, for here and now.